When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--
For years fleet away with the wings of the read more

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past--
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove--
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.

By starlight, I'll kiss you, and promise to be your one and only. I'll make you feel happy and leave read more

By starlight, I'll kiss you, and promise to be your one and only. I'll make you feel happy and leave you to be lost in mine.

I steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves. 'Cause I'll always miss her wherever she goes. And I'll always read more

I steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves. 'Cause I'll always miss her wherever she goes. And I'll always need her more than she could ever need me. I need someone to ease my mind, but sometimes a someone is so hard to find.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

. . . And when my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.

. . . And when my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow read more

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow years darklier roll,
Grown wiser, the experienced soul
Will own as dearer far than they
The lips which kiss the tears away.

Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?

Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.

Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.

Remember the Viper:--'twas close at your feet,
How you started and threw yourself into my arms;
Not read more

Remember the Viper:--'twas close at your feet,
How you started and threw yourself into my arms;
Not a strawberry there was so ripe nor so sweet
As the lips which I kiss'd to subdue your alarms.